20. Chapter Twenty—Cassiel
Chapter Twenty—Cassiel
Ishiver at the feel of the cool air hitting my ass and the length of my spine, twisting to watch Lottie wrap one of the two towels around herself and pad away into her bedroom.
Still rock hard, I ignore the ache in my balls, moving the soap filled loofa to my shins and my feet. I give my face and my hair a quick scrub too with harsh fingertips and then I rinse, moments before I twist the shower dial, ceasing the spray of warm water.
Bumping open the shower door with my hip, I grab the second towel, warm from the heater, rubbing it over my scalp to get rid of the excess water and then I secure the towel around my trim waist with a knot.
I hiss when the fabric comes in contact with my throbbing dick and it does nothing to hide the tent I’m sporting, but I swallow back the desire to grab Lottie and rut myself inside her wet cunt.
Clenching my hands into fists once and then twice, I suck in a breath through flared nostrils and only when I feel like I’m not going to explode then and there, do I follow the small wet footprints across the tiled bathroom floor, leading to Lottie’s bedroom.
My toes sink into the plush cream carpet with every step I take, until I stop behind the redheaded figure of my dreams sitting at her beauty vanity, her wet locks cascading down her back as she smears cream across her nose.
Lottie’s eyes meet mine in the mirror, her gaze working its way down my naked body until she catches on the tent beneath the white towel.
Neither of us say a word, but I breathe in shakily—desire so heady and thick in the air it’s making me feel lightheaded.
While Lottie rubs another dollop of cream down her neck and chest, I make a grab for the hairbrush lying on her vanity.
I run the thick bristles from the top of her scalp and down the length of her hair, watching the way the tangles disappear in the wake of the brush.
Repeating the motion over and over again, I risk a glance in the mirror, finding Lottie’s eyes closed, lashes kissing her cheekbones, her sweet lips parted slightly.
“Good?” I ask, voice low to avoid jarring her.
“Mhm,” Lottie sighs, the kitten-like sound making my cock jump. “Keep going.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I run the brush through Lottie’s red locks they’re almost dry, the soft inches curling up slightly with a natural wave.
My heart warms in my chest with how oddly domestic tonight has been. I could get used to this.
In silence, Lottie slips from her stool, taking the brush from my hands and placing it on her vanity. Pressing her naked body against mine, she lays her soft palms flat to my chest, peering up into my face with the big doe eyes of hers.
“Do you brush every girl’s hair?”
It’s instinct to push a stray lock behind her ear, sliding my dry palm to cup the back of her neck, keeping her right where I want her.
Where I need her.
“Not unless they’re you, Princess.”
“Smooth talker,” she mutters, seconds before I feel her rise on her tiptoes, juicy tits squashed against my chest as she presses her lips to mine.
My skin sears from her touch and just like that, from one simple kiss, I’m addicted.
“Shit. I shouldn’t have done that.” Lottie falls back on her heels, fingertips coming up to cover her lips.
I search her wild looking eyes for a heartbeat, eating up the worry I see in her gaze and then I nudge her back with my hips, caging her against the high wingback chair of her vanity, smirking at the gasp that pours from that sweet mouth.
Dipping my chin, I press my forehead to Lottie’s.
“Nuh uh. Do it again, Princess.”
Mine and Rome’s girl doesn’t hesitate.
Lacing her arms around my shoulders, she presses her warm body to mine and slides the tip of her tongue along the seam of my mouth. Groaning, I tangle my tongue with hers, digging my fingertips into the delicious curve of her hips, pinning her to me so she can’t escape.
I swallow down Lottie’s whimpers, hands moving between us until I can pull at the knot holding her towel to her chest and yank.
It drops to the floor with a soft thump, allowing me to fill my large hands with Lottie’s tits, helplessly grinding against her damp inner thigh as our kisses become more frantic; sloppy tongues clashing against one another.
Not one to be outdone, Lottie jerks my towel from my hips, her small fingers reaching for my hard cock.
I grunt, hips bucking in her palm. Ignoring her squawk of protest, I trail my hands down her delicious curves, to wrap my palms around the backs of her thighs, hefting her into my arms and urging her to wrap her legs around my waist.
Twisting on my heel, I walk over to Lottie’s bed, my lips never leaving hers as I lay her on her mattress, crawling up after her.
A sharp bolt of ecstasy coursing up my spine when Lottie’s molten hot core grazes my balls. I groan, burying my head in the safe space between her neck and her shoulder, mouthing at her delicate skin there.
“Cass…”
My heart and stomach stutters at the sweet sound of Lottie gasping my name before I’m even deep inside her, but it’s the crack in her voice that is the noise that I need to break me out of the lust filled fog building around us.
“Princess.” I pull back an inch, balancing myself on my palms and peering down at my girl beneath me. “We—”
Sinking her teeth into her plush, kiss bitten, bottom lip, Lottie wraps a small hand around the thick length of me. Her thumb and forefinger don’t quite meet, but that doesn’t seem to deter her.
Rather, with a knowing smirk and a glance down at my cock, she jacks her hand up and down, mind numbingly slowly, watching herself before she runs the pad of her thumb alongside the pulsing vein on the underside of my shaft and swipes away the bead of pearly pre-cum glistening on top of my tip.
She shoves her thumb between her lips, licking away the taste of me on a pretty little moan.
“Princess,” I try again. “I need—”
“Please touch me, Cassiel.” Lottie’s hips buck upwards as I mindlessly move against her, desperately trying to ease off the growing ache in my balls. “I need you inside me. I wanna come so fucking bad, please—”
“Lottie, wait.” With more self-control than I knew I possessed, I gently pull her hand from my shaft, pinning her wrist to the mattress beside her head.
Sensing my energy shift, she stops wiggling, propping herself up on her forearms so she can look into my face.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, feeling my throat bob. Sitting back on my haunches, I use both hands to push the wet, dirty blond locks of my hair back from my eyes.
“Cass, we don’t—”
“I have to tell you something.”
Lottie’s brows rise towards her hairline. “Tell me something? Are you married?”
“No,” I scoff.
“You’ve got kids?”
I crinkle my nose. “No. At least, not yet.”
“Then, what?”
“Rome and I…” I cough. “Rome and I are together.”
“Together?” Lottie repeats.
“Yeah, we’ve been together since we were nineteen.”
“And you’re telling me this… why?”
“Because you deserve to know, Princess. I’m not gonna keep you in the fucking dark about something serious and—”
Sitting up fully, Lottie knits her brows together. “So, you and Rome, like, share women?”
“Only when it comes to you,” I want to say, but I press my lips together to stop the words escaping my mouth.
“Sometimes,” I say instead, carefully watching her reaction. “Does that… does it bother you?”
A manicured brow rises in my direction, a soft snort puffing from Lottie’s nose. “No, Cass, it doesn’t bother me. As long as it doesn’t bother you that Rome and I have slept together, or should I say have been sleeping together. Although, obviously,” her nose wrinkles sweetly, “you know that.”
The corners of my lips twitch with a smirk. “It doesn’t bother me, Princess. Far fucking from it.”
“Do you—” My girl peers down at the pool of sheets around, her fingernail tracing a swirl of pink. “Do you agree with what he made me do to tonight? Without giving me a single warning of what he was about to… make me do?”
I shake my head, ducking a finger beneath Lottie’s chin so she has to look at me. “No, Lottie.”
She blinks up at me. “Is this all to get back at him?”
I shake my head again. “Absolutely fucking not, Princess. I’ve wanted you for so long it fucking aches.”
At that, she smiles.
“And if we…” She rolls her lips together. “You know. It isn’t going to cause issues between the two of you, is it?”
I lower my face until my nose nudges hers. “First of all, Princess, I plan on being in your bed much longer than just tonight and—”
“How long were you thinking, then?” she breathes, craning her neck to catch my lips.
I allow to take her fill of my kisses before I trail my tongue along her soft jawline and sink my teeth into the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“More like forever. If you’ll have me. But to answer your question, no, it isn’t going to cause problems between Rome and me. When it comes to you, Lottie, the rules are different.”
I lave my tongue over my bite mark, listening to her saccharine sweet whimper and then I pull back to gauge her reaction.
If it’s possible, I can see the cogs in her mind whirring, trying to read between my lines, but she doesn’t pry any further. At least not for now. I’m sure soon she’ll have questions for me. For the both of us; Rome and I.
Not that I have anything to hide—everything I’ve told Lottie is the truth.
The last time Rome and I shared a woman…
I push him out of my thoughts, just for tonight.
Carlotta is different; we both agreed. When it comes to her, the rules are a little bit up in the air, but I know for certain that if it was Rome in my position right now, he wouldn’t be stopping himself from sinking deep inside her.
“Are you sure, Lottie?”
“Crystal,” she replies with a smirk. “Now, will you please fuck me silly with that big dick of yours so I can forget about tonight’s shit show.”
I capture her lips, having to hold myself back from devouring her whole. “Only because you asked so nicely, Princess.”